A ball went in the air. I watched a person touch the ball. A lot of people I didn’t know began celebrating. None of the people I knew were celebrating. I was not celebrating. My team had just lost the Division Three College Baseball World Series. I would never play baseball again. Before I left the field for the last time I touched the dirt and cried. Some of my teammates hugged each other. I tried to hug everyone but I was still crying. After I left the field I walked out to the parking lot and sat by the bus. My mom came out of the stadium and walked over to me. She seemed sad because I was sad. I tried to tell her it was okay and I wasn’t sad but I was still crying. Every time I opened my mouth the only thing that came out of my face was more tears.